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First Line: To her the dearest, the most fair
Last Line: Salute throughout immortal hours!


TO her the dearest, the most fair
That fills my heart with light sublime,
The seraph of immortal pray'r,
Salute throughout immortal time!

She fills my life as from the south
A salt air that the sea-wind brings,
And soothes my never quenchéd drouth
With savour of eternal springs.

A redolence that sweetens all
The air in some most dear demesne,
A censer that some hand lets fall
To smoulder in the dark unseen.

O how, unsullied love, to tell
With any truth the thing thou art?
A grain of musk that still doth dwell
Deep-hid in my unaging heart?

To her the dearest, the most fair
That brings me joy and all my pow'rs,
The seraph of immortal pray'r,
Salute throughout immortal hours!





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